fresh snow

a vole’s
wandering hill

crow mimicking

a crow hunter’s
crow call

mountain

without peaks
keep going

snowfall

imagine being buried
in a blank page

distant gunshots

the new tattoo
has turned scaly

growing needles

in an icy fog—
perjury charges

out before dawn

the perfect fit of foot
to footprint

American bittersweet

the great poet’s death
trending on Twitter

mountain gorge

we climb to gaze at the stream’s
effortless descent

power plant plumes

dead broomsedge hissing
in the ridgetop wind

getting high

all the green feathers
of fern and moss

foggy solstice

the “cosmic” flavor of the cloud
from her vape